15 Weeks

You are the closest I will ever come to magic.
– from The Zygote Chronicles, by Suzanne Finnamore

No, that’s not how long it’s been since I’ve posted here, but I don’t blame you if that’s the first thing you thought of when you saw the title.

It’s how long this little one’s been making his or her home in my belly!

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You guys, we are over the moon.  Terrified, too, but mostly really, really thrilled.  I’m due November 24 – a Thanksgiving baby!  There is SO much to do and learn and figure out that we are, honestly, a bit overwhelmed, but we’re taking it a little at a time, and hopefully it will all get done, learned, and figured out.

This is the most profound – and weirdest – thing that’s ever happened to me. By weird, I just mean mind-boggling, really.  Like, it blows my mind thinking about what’s happening in there, and how in less than six months there’s going to be a new person in the world.  I never use the word miraculous, but when I think about everything that’s happening biologically, I think miracle is exactly the right word. Or, you know, magic.

In Like a Lion

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
– from Daffodils, by William Wordsworth

Well, hello there, friends.  Is it really possible that, after blogging nearly every day for the month of February, I let nearly all of March go by without writing once?  Indeed it is.  Things were a little rough around the homestead and in my family at the beginning of the month, and I was dealing with a lot of things that aren’t entirely mine to share, but because they were/are so big, it often felt impossible to write about anything else, so . . . I just didn’t write at all.

Anyway, things on the homefront have improved a bunch, and while things in my family remain unsettled, I feel like I have some space and distance to be able to focus on other things.

If we’re pals on Facebook, you know that one of the biggest house issues got solved last Friday – we finally got seating for the great room!

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I love them so much I could cry.  We’d looked everywhere we could think of for furniture and we found at least one L-shaped set up that we loved but that was way too big.  Then, a few weeks ago, my brother was here, and out of the blue I asked him, “Where else can we look for furniture?”  He said, “Bassett.”  Which we hadn’t even remembered existed.  We found one nearby, went that day, picked out this set up, came home and taped out the dimensions on the floor to be sure they would fit, and went back and bought it, just before the end of a 15% off sale.  They are so super comfy, and I haven’t spent an evening downstairs in the family room since these arrived.  I can’t wait to find a rug to really tie the room together.

A couple of weekends ago, Karen and I took an overnight trip to Virginia Beach, just because.  We got a room right on the beach, and I finally got to fly the kite that’s literally been in my trunk for going on 6 years now.

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After we sat in the hot tub for a while, we got dressed up and headed to Macaroni Grill, where Karen had almost TWO whole alcoholic drinks, made besties with our waitress, and flirted shamelessly (and expertly) with every male employee her BFF (our waitress) called over to our table.  I haven’t laughed so hard and so long in a really long time.  It was awesome.  We also saw a ton of high school juniors dressed in prom gear eating dinner before heading to a ring dance, which made us feel about 100 years old because they looked like babies.

So that was my March.  How was yours?

Just Be

. . . [We] watched the half-moon out the window while we creaked back and forth in the rhythm that all women know from secrets whispered to their genes at the time of their conception.
– from Range of Motion, by Elizabeth Berg

Yesterday’s Writing Group prompt:  Where or when have you felt the most relaxed and at peace?

This is a hard one for me.  It’s not easy for me to relax; my mind runs a million miles a minute with things that need to be done, I worry about so many things, and I hardly ever let myself just BE.  I’ve been in the middle of massages and had to catch myself getting anxious about stuff and just repeat, “Relax, relax, relax.”

Maybe the best times, though, have been when my niece and nephew were tiny babies and I would watch them for the evening while my brother and sister-in-law went out.  I loved rocking them in the dark after feeding them, singing to them while they fell asleep.  I would keep them in my arms long past when they were finally asleep, just watching their sweet faces and their little chests moving up and down.  There is just no feeling like that in the world, is there?

Elliot - June 2004

Elliot – June 2004

Adam - January 2006

Adam – January 2006

The Cliff

I’m not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I’m afraid of.
-- from Cerulean Sins, by Laurell K. Hamilton

Yesterday’s Writing Group prompt is a visual one (I have no idea why it’s so small; click to enlarge):

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I’m not a big fan of heights (though I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of them), so this kind of freaks me out.  It’s Photoshopped for sure, right?

I don’t know what it is; maybe because I’m clumsy and fear that I’d make one wrong move at the top there, trip over myself, and fall all the way down.  I do love scaring myself by thinking about it, though – that sinking feeling in my stomach imagining the free fall. But the crunch at the end makes me shudder.

I’d love to go skydiving.  Well, I say I’d love to, but I wonder if I’d chicken out before I ever got in the plane.  I think if I got in the plane and up in the air and strapped to the tandem guy, I’d do it for sure.  If I made it that far and chickened out, I know I’d regret it.  I know a bunch of people who’ve done it and they all say it’s amazing.  Maybe one day.  With a friend (David will never, ever go, and might disown me if I do).

(Sorry this is late and so lame.  Yesterday was my birthday so I was busy having a great day!)

Tidying Up

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint. 
– Erma Bombeck

Today’s Writing Group prompt: Next to godliness, or just keeping yourself off of Hoarders?  Where do you fall on the cleanliness/organization spectrum?

Well.  I’m not that married to clean, so much as I am neat.  I actually actively dislike the idea of cleaning, especially dusting, though I love the end result.  But clutter makes me crazy, which means David often makes me crazy.  Look, I just took these pictures of our respective desks, no staging involved:

My desk

My desk

David's desk

David’s desk

And so it goes.  If I took pictures of our dressers, the level of clutter would be comparable.  Basically, this is a thing I’ve just come to accept.  I more or less ask him to limit the clutter to these two areas (and his half of the closet) and keep the rest of the house clear, and that works for us.  When it starts to bother me, I remind myself that company doesn’t spend time in our bedroom and we can always close the door to the office if need be, and when it’s just us, who cares?  Relax, lady.